Virtue, vain word, futile shadow, slave of chance! Alas! I believe in thee!

I have not come to praise Caesar, but to bury him.

The origin of society, then, is to be sought, not in any natural right which one man has to exercise authority over another, but in the united consent of those who associate.

By all means must we fly; not with our feet, however, but with our hands.

Surviving is one thing, " he said quietly, his voice suddenly calmer, "but you've got to have a reason to do it. There's no point in living if you don't have anything worth living for.

Like chocolate, she craved sleep and it made her life brighter, but she could do without.

Passion is never enough neither is skill.

I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

If you're waiting with God, waiting is okay. If you're always waiting on God, you'll be frustrated. God never seems to work at the speed that we want Him to.

Most of the negro leaders who get the support of the power structure end up being against [Reverend] Galamison.

A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.

One seemed simply to be here, less an accumulation of moments than a single arrangement continuously gifted from some inaccessible future.

Nobody ever understands what a pioneer is doing.